Nothing.

A near stranger asked me a question the other day.

One that I haven't been able to shake.

"Why haven't you found the right guy yet?"

He went on to presume 

That either there's something wrong with the kind of guys I date...

Or there must be something wrong with me.

He asked if I was a hoarder or something equally secretly weird.

(And just so you know, the only thing I have tendencies to hoard is books).

But what if it is neither?

What if there's nothing wrong?

What if this is how it is supposed to be?

Why can't it be okay this way?

I've heard a lot of similar statements lately.

Ones that aren't meant to be hurtful.

But sting, nevertheless.

"I'll have a friend that I would just love to set you up with."

"Wait, weren't you just dating someone? What went wrong?"

And I just want to say,

There's nothing wrong with me because I'm single.

I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be right now.

I'm growing in my knowledge of God,

of the things I'm passionate about.

I'm making use of the talents God has given me,

and I'm exactly where he wants me to be.

There's nothing better than to be than in His will.

Here's to coming to grips with finding my purpose

 in going to graduate school,

in serving others daily at my job,

in spending time with my family,

in being okay with today.